Exodus Performed by Black Ice

My youngins get it fucked up when y'all talk about this game

Like it's designed in they favor

Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver they rights

For a little fame

Get in bullshit fights for a little name

To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you

'Til you make 'em a few bucks they doubt you

Tell 'em you don't do the jobs and

Shucks and they route you to the shelf

See there's no money in good health

So they need you to be sick with it

Ill content and delivery niggas

This nation thrives off misery nigga

So if you ain't tryin' to let your hard times increase my wealth

Nigga keep that progressive shit to yourself

This is the business of buying souls

And we only fuck with those who tryin' to sell 'em

You see they may see me as an adversary

Cause they know I'm tryin' to tell 'em

About the forest of artists who grow

Only to meet industry axes

How they take a nigga dreams and write 'em off in they taxes

Contracts is confusing

But don't worry they'll appoint the lawyer for you

Whore you

Loan you funds to fuck your soul

Make you pay it all back

And still maintain control of your stroll

Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow

They'll keep you lookin' good and all that but no dough

You see when they get a bitch they got a bitch

And contrary to popular opinion

It ain't my sisters that switch

It's my brothers

We the dumb motherfuckers

Hardest niggas in the street turned industry suckers

Cause we refuse to do the knowledge

Nigga you can't learn this music game in the streets or in college

So you better pick up a book or somethin'

Or fuck it Black Ice'll put it in a hook or somethin'

And hope that you listen to it

Got you pumpin' that poison

While they paint you them illusionary parades

And keep pissin' through it

You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifice

That this industry makes real niggas walk

F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

Album number three

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